The reason why you can't have anything in this "beautiful" city I live in is simple. People have no problem breaking your shit! Then, when they are done breaking your stuff they'll toss whatever trash they are done with in on your property too.
Now, as if that isn't insulting enough, the city code enforcers will threaten to ticket you for parking in your own driveway even though you are no where near the sidewalk.
Can't be we letting people park where they want on their own property and in their own driveway now can we?
What a bunch of bureaucratic creeps!
I guess if I am going to complain I better tell you the whole story, at least my side of it.
A week or two ago, Mama Bear came home from work toting a note that the city code enforcement people left on the back door, and on the family truckster.
Now, I was home the whole day, so I am not sure why the code enforcer didn't just knock on the door and hand them to me, but oh well. That's not the point. The point is that magically, after parking in the same spot of our driveway for the entire 8 years we have owned the house it is now somehow illegal for us to park there because that portion of our driveway is now considered part of our front yard.
Why is it considered part of our front yard?
Because we allowed some grass to grow up within the boundary of the crushed stone. That makes it part of the yard now.
Naturally, we were confused by this so Mama Bear ended up calling the code office and they told her that according to their copy of the land survey our back yard was a parking lot and that spot where we park most often was somehow not on the survey as a part of the driveway.
Then they questioned us as to why we parked there, and told us that we could apply for a variance, but that would require an updated survey of the land, which is costly, and we don't want to pay for it.
The second thing the city's note told us was "Site Triangle."
What the hell was that about?
Apparently, they didn't like the rose bush that Mama Bear had in her front flower garden, so we had to cut it down, which is another major annoyance, but we didn't really mind because they sited a valid reason. It was apparently obstructing the view of the road for drivers.
So we cut it down. The view of the road didn't change for the drivers because the bush so far back from the road, but it's gone now anyway, and people are back to sitting on the fence like it was some sort of park bench.
One of the reasons the rose bush was planted was to keep people off of the fence. We don't want people sitting on it and falling off and getting hurt, and we don't want to have to replace it every month because it is not a load bearing structure.
Sitting on it will break it.
Obviously, some drunkard didn't realize this last night and sat on it anyway because this is what we woke up to this morning. Nicey Nice!
So, now instead of spending the weekend repainting it we have to spend that time fixing it. Hopefully, that won't take too long once we find a place that sells round rail fencing material.
Man, I hate living in town!